October 31, 2004

• HALLOWEEN JOY. In case you didn’t get to visit my front porch personally, let me just tell you about it, because it brought me such personal joy (humour me, please). At the last minute my dd and I decided our porch needed some scariness, so after hanging some orange icicle lights that we just happened to have (yes, oh yes) we decide to Build A Witch out of a green velvet goth dress stuffed with our most plentiful natural resource – dirty laundry. We perch her in a chair holding a broom, with a wonderful hat, fringed shawl, pointy witch shoes, gossamer veil and gloves. We give her a floor lamp with an orange light bulb and a red velvety scarf draped around it. We pipe an endless loop of Bach’s “Toccata and Fugue” from a hidden source, but there is something missing. I’ve removed the bike helmets from their hooks on the outside wall by the front door, and I casually ask dear daughter what we could put there instead. What would be creepy to hang here? “Barbies!” she answers, filled with glee, unaware of just how proud I am of her at this moment. “Yeah! We can tie them up like a torture chamber!” And we do. In their best princess attire, upside down, hog-tied at the ankles, our witch’s prisoners. And it is good. So good. So funny. Four Barbies in their finest frilliest dresses upside-down tied at the ankles, arms flailing, spinning in the wind to a loop of Bach as a slopey-shouldered witch sits watching in the dark. And every kid who comes to our door stares sideways, not knowing what the hell is up with that.

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